I'm Not Gay With My Roommate.

Enough was enough.

This past Spring I decided that as much as I wanted to be "out there, on my own"- the level of stress in my life was getting to be just a bit ridiculous.
And I am perfectly fine not living on my own- I suppose having a roommate would be a fine way to learn how to be a better partner in so many ways for certain.
So while I didn't really want a roommate, I decided to let my bff/soul sister Melanie move into my apartment. She coincidentally needed to move out of her current situation so it did make sense. Plus we always had fun together. Why not?

Well- just some back ground info to consider:

Both Mel and I have both recently ended long-term serious relationships (a marriage and engagement respectively). Our instinct is to nurture and take care of our partners. Now since we are eerily similar on so many planes, it's very strange to most people to see us interact. Often it's presumed that we are a couple. While I happen to be VERY pro-Gay rights/marriage/etc, (seriously if I were more Pro-Gay I'd actually be a rainbow)- I am not gay with my roommate.

This assumption proves to be more amusing than anything else, but sometimes we hear the things that come out of our mouths, or watch the way we're behaving and stop to say "this is so gay". And not in the way 18 year old the mall say it referring to somebody's bad outfit or choice in meal from the food court.
We just take care of one another.
If one of us is hungry, we'll get the other food. If one of us is sad, we're there for one another.

So, no- I may not be living on my own, but very often in life we find ourselves stranded up shits creek without a paddle; why not have good company while you are?